Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

had heard about

think twice about taking harsh measures. Whoever offended him would

doubted

be afraid of someone with such nobility and

seemed to make sense if he was the legendary

why would a person like him

watching you from the private room

Bar.”

explained as if he’d sensed the

“Okay!”

felt the same

big shot like you following me? I’m certain your motive isn’t like those lowly humans with

had already started

exploring the

a word she had in her dictionary

idea.

before him was too

such a bad idea in certain

couldn’t tell what Hugh Croft wanted

a person with Omega

sudden question

no idea

already exposed yourself.

am, too. You should have felt the sense of familiarity

was no point in her to keep denying

could have her investigated with a snap of his

you want,

agreement with

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

to the job

the search for people with Omega

too sudden. Let me

definitely

powerful,

every rose has its

at life, Jane wanted to live freely and spend the rest

love, being with

losing her life by the side of a man like

should just forget

you leave me your

silence enveloped both of

question was concise and in

words on how

perhaps?

that Jane might

did not come easily out of his

many people with

one of

was like an

was on the first time he set his eyes on

had imprinted on

smell of her

it was because they had the same blood

they were the same type of

the wound that had frozen their

“Okay!”

number

she did not want to lie about

The reason was simple.

she kept it from

able to dig it out

liked pointless

through

user

a picture of The Simpsons

only had a full mark “” as

was

If there’s nothing

think about it. Give

distance from this dangerous person as far as

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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